Ajá

Y nadie sabe por qué un día el amor nace
Ni sabe nadie por qué muere el amor un día
Es que nadie nace sabiendo, nace sabiendo
Que morir, también es ley de vida

Jorge Drexler - Sanar

WHEN THE MUSIC'S OVER

When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lightsTurn out the lights, yeah

When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end

Cancel my subscription to
the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the
House of Detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends
"Alive!" she cried
Waitin' for me
Outside!

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of
hangin' around
Waitin' around with our
heads to the ground

I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today

What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to
our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered
and ripped her and
bit her
Stuck her with knives in
the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences
and dragged her down

I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and
we want it...
We want the world and
we want it...
Now
Now?
Now!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!

So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end!

AN AMERICAN PRAYER

Do you know the warm progres
sunder the stars?
Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees
of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying .

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour toper
form our art
and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine
and dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life

Our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks
of despair
We got our final vision
by clap

Columbus' groin got
filled with green death
(I touched her thig
hand death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient
and insane theatre
To propogate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets

The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With divine mockery
of words

Music inflames temperament
(When the true King's murderers
are allowed to run free
a thousand Magicians arisein the land)

Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)









JIM MORRISON